Dashing Student-Chapter 608: Pushing Things Too Far

As soon as these words were spoken, the students of the Medical College seemed like a barrel of gunpowder ignited, and in an instant, everyone was fired up with indignation.

A tall male student, his face flushed red from anger, roared loudly, "What the hell is this little devil? This is just too much!"

A girl with a ponytail was no less spirited, her eyebrows standing on end like two sharp willow knives, her eyes glaring wide as she shouted, "On our Chinese soil, in our Medical College, they dare to be so arrogant? Do they really think we are easily bullied?"

"What right do they have to be so arrogant? This is not their Japan!"

"We must show them our might, we cannot let them trample on our dignity!"

The voices rose one after another, like turbulent waves, surging in the crowd wave after wave, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

As descendants of Yan and Huang, the heinous crimes committed by Japan on the land of China in the past are like an indelible scar, deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Now, these Japanese exchange students are wantonly showing disdain here, how could it not make the students burn with anger?

Even the usually gentle and gracious Su Yue had her face filled with anger at this moment, biting her lower lip, and her eyes were full of disgust for the Japanese exchange students.

She was already clear in her heart that these so-called exchange students were not here to exchange medical skills, but obviously to provoke and create trouble!

Li Ming's face grew increasingly gloomy, like dark clouds before a storm, pressing heavily down.

He gritted his teeth, and the anger he had been forcefully suppressing in his heart now surged like a flood, almost breaking through the last line of reason.

But as the vice president of the student council, he knew that once he acted impulsively, the situation would get out of control, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, the other party's blatant and unrestrained provocation made it really difficult for him to maintain his restraint.

Just as Li Ming was about to step forward, a figure shot out from the crowd like an arrow leaving the string.

"I'll handle you!" The speaker was Zhang Wei, a third-year member of the Sandboxing club, his body agile, like a cheetah.

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He had spent countless hours sweating on the training ground, starting his morning practice before dawn every day. The sandbags had been struck countless times by him, and calluses had formed into layers on his hands.

Because of his hard work, he was quite renowned in the club.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, glaring at the Japanese exchange student, his gaze burning with a fierce fighting spirit, as if he was about to devour the opponent in an instant.

The Japanese exchange student, seeing this, curled his lips into a mocking cold smile, full of contempt, as if sneering at Zhang Wei's appearance.

He twisted his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound at the joints, then he moved his limbs, each movement full of aggressiveness, posing as if he was ready to crush Zhang Wei underfoot.

The two of them quickly took their stances, ready for the fight.

The surrounding students instantly formed a tight circle, holding their breaths and watching the two in the ring intently.

The Medical College students cheered loudly for Zhang Wei, their shouts deafening: "Zhang Wei, beat him down!"

"Show this little devil our might!"

Each shout was filled with trust and expectation towards Zhang Wei, converging into an invisible force, cheering him on.

On the other side, the Japanese exchange students whispered among themselves, wearing expressions as if watching a good show, their eyes filled with confidence, seemingly certain of their inevitable victory.

The match officially began, and Zhang Wei launched a fierce attack first.

His footwork was flexible and varied, like a nimble dance, yet carrying a deadly threat, like a black lightning bolt directly targeting the opponent in an instant.

Following that, a swift whipping leg strike came with a whoosh, like a roaring wind, sweeping fiercely towards the Japanese exchange student's waist with such force that it seemed to tear the air apart.

The Japanese exchange student reacted extremely quickly, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes. His body, as agile as a monkey, just slightly tilted aside, easily dodging the powerful strike.

At the same time, he seized the moment when Zhang Wei's old strength had exhausted, and new strength had yet to arise, suddenly turning around with lightning speed. His swift rotation stirred the surrounding air, and a powerful hook punch came with immense force, aiming fiercely at Zhang Wei's head.

Zhang Wei, sensing danger, hurriedly leaned back to dodge. The punch brushed past his nose, bringing a strong gust of wind, making his nose feel slightly numb.

The two sides exchanged blows back and forth, fighting fiercely.

Zhang Wei, relying on solid Sandboxing techniques and flexible footwork, moved like a ghost, constantly circling around the opponent, searching for openings.

Each punch and kick carried the marks of his intense daily training, his movements precise and powerful.

The Japanese exchange student, on the other hand, relied on his strong physique and brutal aggressive style, like a wild bull, trying to overpower Zhang Wei with absolute strength.

Each of his attacks was full of ferocity, as if aiming to completely crush Zhang Wei.

Each switch between offense and defense made the surrounding audience's hearts race with tension, not daring to take a breath, their eyes following the two figures closely without a moment of relaxation.

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became extremely heavy, as if the air was frozen, depressing and hard to breathe.

As the match continued, the Japanese man's attacks became increasingly fierce, his movement technique faster, each move as quick as lightning, dazzling the eyes.

Seizing an opening in Zhang Wei's defense, he suddenly launched a series of rapid attacks.

First, a fast straight punch, which Zhang Wei quickly blocked with his hand. But immediately, the Japanese man's knee rose like a cannonball, hitting Zhang Wei's abdomen heavily.

Zhang Wei let out a muffled groan, his body involuntarily bending down.

Before he could recover, the Japanese man threw a fierce elbow strike, directly smashing onto Zhang Wei's shoulder.

Zhang Wei's body swayed a few times before finally falling heavily to the ground.

The surrounding Medical College students let out a chorus of exclamations, their previous high spirits instantly doused as if with cold water, becoming low-spirited.

No one could have imagined that Zhang Wei would be defeated by the opponent, leaving everyone feeling a sense of disgrace!

The Japanese exchange students burst into cheers of triumph, their arrogance even more pronounced, as if declaring that their victory was inevitable.

The Japanese man looked at Zhang Wei with disdain in his eyes, and spoke in somewhat broken Chinese, "I thought you were tough, but it turns out you're so weak!"

Saying this, he turned to the crowd, with a face full of arrogance, and said, "Is there anyone tougher?"